Frost, ice:
rape me well, I say
The sun rises never again
on the old and grey
Winter buries the decade in
blink of an eye
as I gaze back along my tracks,
and I see nothing but snow
Tundra, bury me:
bury deep my tired bones
The wasteland breaks a man
and leaves him seeking death again
Craving ever thee –
the cleft divine in warmth exposed –
so tundra hear my plea
and bury me
Endless storm of revery,
this vile curse of inheritance
that was laid upon me
Punishment justified
this I will not deny,
but one last time, across the rime,
make my blood to flow,
to flow…
Tundra bury me:
bury deep my tired bones
The wasteland breaks a man
and leaves him seeking death again
Craving ever thee –
the cleft divine in warmth exposed –
so river, hear my plea
and drain the last of me
Frozen dead,
rise from your grave again
Grip my hand
out of the earth
Praise the sun
that it illuminate
our cold roots:
bring them to life
The cries of the loyal still echo
over the treeless expanse
To not one of them do I hearken:
too hard has grown my heart…
But fruits the likes of these
are seldom won,
and least of all by we,
the men resigned to die
Tundra bury me:
bury deep my tired bones
The wasteland breaks a man
and leaves him seeking death again
Craving ever thee –
the cleft divine at last exposed –
and so river, I beg of thee,
drain the last of me